How long have I been in this storm?
I'm barely even living.
My body has no shape or form,
I think I'm leaving.
I believe my life may now be gone,
I can't feel anymore.
How will you go on?
When I'm with my Lord.
How am I supposed to tell you to put aside your grief and leave me behind?
I know that you've waited for a long time to have me in your life,
And I've waited for a long time to call you mine.
One day I had hoped to call myself your wife.
